Trapped in the dark Moods switched around Too much wisdom choking me Half to death But I can’t let this Defeat me Come get me
Blowing air into my dreams I’m not a singer, nor a rapper Not an actor, not even a performer But I have a story A
What can you do with weights on your feet? Lugging around baggage like woe is me There’s a tickle in your soul but you can’t
The pressure to express… To have so much to say and say nothing Doesn’t it make you feel worthless? To dream so big and never
So many secrets are out the bag Conniving friends are walking away mad money made money lost but can we will still cut the cost
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